Random Listyle.
1. A friend of mine wrote me an e-mail and warned me of a random topic subject. She then said this:
“I called the BlueCross BlueShield Ask-a-Nurse hotline today to find out what in the world I’m supposed to do about suspected frostbite on my knee (mishap with a too-cold ice pack) and the nurse asked me if the redness and swelling (repeat: on my knee) was accompanied by vaginal discharge.”
*Blink*
2. Did you read about this woman? She called 911 and said she’d been abducted by two black men and was in the trunk of the car with her daughter.
Except really? She was going to Disney World.
Sounds like something Bev would do.
3. I considered taking a taxi home from work last night because I was beat and the thought of waiting for the train didn’t thrill me. But I decided to save the $$ and hoof it like a trooper. At the train station, I saw a woman I’ve seen many times before. She was playing an instrument, swaying to the music a little. The thing is…she reminds me of my grandmother and it sort of kills me to see her. One day last summer, she was down in the hot train station and after I saw her, I left, bought a bottle of water and re-entered the station to give it to her. It just seems wrong. I don’t know. Anyway… I was glad I walked. As the train pulled up, I dropped my taxi fare into her box and disappeared into the train.
*sigh*
4. Little Filthy was booted from the bed last night by Besos. Apparently, she’s not learned to sleep with a dog on her face. Or a tongue up her nose.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
May 28th, 2009 at 9:36 am
Aw you got soft, didn’t you?
Wait… that’s a good thing right?
May 28th, 2009 at 11:11 am
1) Vaginal discharge isn’t a symptom of frostbite on your knee? WHAT? Hmpf. Learn something new everyday around here, Cookie.
3) I thought you always took a taxi. Although last time I visited, my drivers scared the ever living hell out of me so I suggest staying with the train.
4) I thought she was use to a tongue up her nose, actually. Just not Little Filthy’s. Heh.
May 28th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Last night I had to make a decision. Either lose my right arm from lack of circulation, or put Little Filthy in his bed. Heh…he was too asleep to care.
May 28th, 2009 at 3:39 pm
I love how I’m linked with anything and everything “Disney”
including a fake kidnapping…
naacccceeeeeeee
May 28th, 2009 at 9:13 pm
Um…yeah, so I’m a bit late to the party. But…how do you get all these fabulous restaurant tasting thingies. And…why are you not inviting a certain pithy blogger/stranger to come with you and partake in the joy?
I mean…seems kinda selfish if you ask me (I am said pithy blogger/stranger. Did you guess?)
May 28th, 2009 at 11:14 pm
1. Wow, somebody needs their nungies cleared out. Either that ot that particular nurse was a complete idiot didn’t pay attention in anatomy& physiology.
2. That woman needs a worldclass slapping.
3. You are getting soft.
4. Stop sticking your tounge in her nose.
May 28th, 2009 at 11:56 pm
I don’t understand what vaginal discharge and frostbite have in common? At least Little Filthy gives his spot up, my dog just looks at you like no way, and expects you to move. She has gotten her way for too long.
May 29th, 2009 at 6:15 am
@T – I have a soft *spot*. Soft spot.
@QT – Nah, I only take a taxi every so often. I usually train it. And I’ll give you a tongue up the nose next time I see you.
@Besos – I’m just glad I didn’t kill myself leaping out of bed and tripping over the gate. heh.
@Bev – Where is Cole right now?
May 29th, 2009 at 7:44 pm
@Melissa – My visit to the restaurant was not for a tasting but simply to take a peek into the kitchen and see some of the dishes. Though I do tastings sometimes, I like to practice my food photography.
@Bobbi Janay – Little Filthy and your dog must never meet.
May 29th, 2009 at 8:03 pm
I am fascinated by the lady who faked the kidnapping. I sometimes imagine myself doing some sort of Desperately Seeking Susan escapade – which is why I have always made sure my passport was current. Maybe I will decide on Tuesday to fly to Brazil and pretend to be someone else when I get there. Maybe, who knows? So if this lady wanted to snatch her daughter and go to Disney for a week I’m mostly ok with that. But fake a kidnapping?? Scare the kid’s father and your husband half to death? Really? Clearly there is alot more to this story.
May 29th, 2009 at 9:43 pm
Uh…still haven’t answered my question. I’m sure you need a handy little assistant for your next endeavor. *ahem*
Chef’s like me…I’m cute…
June 8th, 2009 at 4:40 pm
Oh now…I think you know who I am without my supah-hero cape.